"Get on the bed, on your knees; show me your ass." Natalie ordered. By her sensuous tone, you would think she was seducing me, instead of about to dole out corporal punishment. I moved to obey, my cheeks bushing furiously as I climbed onto the bed. "Don't move --I'm going to freshen up." She strolled from the room, carrying one of those paper shopping bags from the mall, the kind that left its contents a complete mystery.
Downstairs, I had orally given her a couple of orgasms, while her chick flick ran down and eventually finished. They were not the first orgasms I had given her on our "date night", and somehow I doubted they were the last. I, of course, was hard as steel, but had not yet enjoyed the opportunity to cum; I had also recently realized that not only did I not mind, I kind of enjoyed the horniness I was feeling --and I definitely loved how hot it had made my wife.
My cock was a heavy weight between my legs, tugging downwards as I remained on my hands and knees on the bed, my ass facing the door to our bathroom. Other than a playful smack here and there, I had never been "spanked". I was a bit nervous, not sure how hard she would hit, not sure how much it would hurt, or if I could take it. I had no idea how serious she was about "punishing" me for my behavior earlier. At the same time... My cock was hard and throbbing; I had to admit a bit of sexual thrill, of anticipation, as I thought about what she would do.
Long moments passed, and eventually I heard the bathroom door open again. The sound of high heels clicking on the floor drew near, and I craned my head to catch a glimpse. I felt a thrill shoot through my spine when I saw her, making my muscles tingle and my cock ache.
She stood tall in stiletto boots, the black leather reaching just below her knees; her pose was sexy and authoritative, one hand on her hip, legs apart, one slightly bent. Her free hand held a black and red leather flogger, the many strands hanging down towards the floor, the braided leather handle gripped almost casually in her hand. Above her boots, her legs were wrapped in black fishnets that disappeared beneath a tight black leather skirt. Her body was wrapped tight in a black leather corset; it went from just above her skirt to just below her nipples. Her breasts were soft globes pushed upwards and supported by the corset, showing more cleavage than I think I had ever seen on her. A slit of skin was revealed down the front of the clothing, underneath the heavy laces that crisscrossed her front. Her pale blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore crimson lipstick and dark eye shadow. I checked to make sure I wasn't drooling.
"Eyes front, mister," she ordered. I snapped my head forward, staring at the headboard. I felt the tails of the flogger on my ass and shuddered; she was draping the stands over my cheeks, softly moving them up and down like a caress. She took my balls in her other hand, and I groaned as she hefted them, letting their weight rest on her palm. "You've been a naughty boy," she purred. Her hand was massaging my balls, while the flogger she lay across my back like I was a table, her other hand now free --I felt it gently grasp the shaft of my cock. "I believe it was twenty infractions?"
I started to protest, and her grip on my cock tightened.
"Are you calling me a liar, slave boy?"
"Um, no. No, I think you were right. Twenty. Yup."
I felt her hand release my balls, and move to my ass. "Twenty-five, now, slave. You failed to call me Mistress, and frankly, your tone was a bit disrespectful. Again." Her hand on my cock was stroking slowly, pulling downwards towards the bed.
"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized.
One hand continued to stroke my cock, while the other rubbed my ass softly. I could only stare ahead, at her mercy, not wanting to do anything to earn more punishments. I felt her fingers trailing over the flesh of my ass, her fingernails dragging but not pressing hard enough to scratch. I tensed as she drew towards the crack of my ass, and then dipped in slightly, her fingertip brushing lightly against my hole; at the contact, I rocked forward, pulling my dick from her hand, and knocking the flogger to the bed. My ass cheeks clenched together tightly to protect the one part of me Natalie had never touched before.
Behind me, Natalie laughed. "That was something," she commented. "A little sensitive about your ass, dear? What about all those times you tried to convince me to try anal, saying it was no big deal?" She chuckled, and my cheeks burned red. She wasn't wrong, and I was horrified at what she was implying. "Well, I guess I know how to punish you in the future, huh, dear?" She leaned forward, and I felt her blow on my anus -- I shuddered, and clenched again; she laughed at my reaction.
Without warning, her hand crashed down on my ass with an audible smack. I yelped a little, more out of surprise than pain, and rocked forward a bit. Her hand was now rubbing my cheek were she had struck, softly. "Count them, slave,"
"One," I said quietly.
She hit me again, a bit harder, on the other cheek. My cock, hanging between my legs, bounced at the impact. "Two," I said.
She leaned over me, her hair trailing along my back, tickling me. With her lips at me ear, she whispered; "let me know if I hit too hard, ok? I don't really want hurt you."
I nodded. The fact that she was still so concerned made me feel a bit better, and I relaxed a bit, unclenching my muscles. I felt the strands of the flogger again, and closed my eyes, trying to stay calm, wondering what it would feel like. She struck, and I called out "Three" with a grunt. It was a different feeling than her hand; the strands of the flogger hitting in dozens of places, each a small light sting. I was certainly in no danger of her passing my limits.
"I read online how to use it," Natalie commented. "Someone suggested I try it on my arm first, to get the hang of it. So don't worry -- I'm pretty good already." She struck again; this time, I yelped a bit -- one of the strands had flicked my exposed anus, and I clenched again to protect it. Natalie laughed and struck again.
When my count reached fifteen, she stopped and set the flogger down on the bed. One hand returned to caress my tingling ass cheeks, while the other firmly took my cock; she jerked it hard, pulling my cock down and slightly back, at an awkward angle; I grunted with each hard pull, wishing only that she would speed up.
With my cock pulled back, so it was actually pointed back and away from me, I suddenly felt her lips on the head. She sucked me into her warm mouth, her tongue flickering rapidly over my head. She was sucking with quite a bit of force, her tongue washing over me. The strain in my groan as she pulled me back and between my legs was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. I felt my balls pulling tight, felt the familiar tingle. "Oh, god," I gasped. It had come so fast, I couldn't stop it -- I felt myself erupting.
Natalie pulled away with a curse, breaking all contact. I grunted as my cock pulsed, my cum dripping from me down onto the bed. Without any contact, it was unquestionably unsatisfying; I wasn't even sure I had an orgasm. I felt confused, and unrelieved.
